Choices, always choices.

OK, I cooked a breakfast
of pancakes and eggs
spent time with Kaia
washed the dishes
mowed the lawn.

None of that matters.

The primary intention was to sit and write.
Give the distractions any name I want.
If I don’t follow course, what next?

See feel smell taste hear your intention,
then outside AND inside will flow
through the nib.

I am going to put this one out there,
just as it started and ended,
with no alterations.

Hey, here is a final thought.
We cross our fingers for good luck
and cross our chests for protection.